'Oh no! You can't!" said Paul.
'I know, we have a problem. So we have to solve it,' I grinned. I had bought my first turntable and put them in the kitchen. Fortunately, it was summer. A month later I was sitting in a small garden house, barely three by three meters and with no heating. And yet I loved sitting there. The doors were usually open, squirrels came by, blissful. I stayed there for two years. Afterwards, we restored an old barn and I am in a, say, large log cabin, a place where I feel at home. I relax there and like to work for hours on my turntable. There I forget for a moment all the cares of the world. The only thing that interests me then are my pots.